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James Whitcomb Riley 



JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY is a native-born Hoosier, and we are 
all glad of it! Mr. Riley's father was a country lawyer, and pos- 
sessed some literary ability. His mother was the daughter of Rev. 
John Marine. She was born in the State of North Carolina, and came to 
this State with her father in 1823 when she was about ten years old. 
Later, while residing with an aunt in Muncie, she formed the acquaintance 
of Reuben A. Riley, and they were married, and in 1844 located in Green- 
field, where she resided until her death, at the age of forty-six years. 

The Marines were talented people, some of them being more or less 
prominent in literary and art circles of their time; one having been a very 
successful portrait painter. Mrs. Riley herself was a talented woman, 
and is still remembered for her literary ability ; but more for her amiable 
character and beautiful life. There is no doubt that the poet inherited 
many of his mother's traits, especially her taste for literature and art, 
and perhaps, too, his abilities in those directions. 

Reuben A. Riley was a native of Pennsylvania. Ve was possessed of 
more than ordinary eloquence as a speaker, and his striking oratory is 
remembered with admiration by all who ever heard him. If the poet 
inherited his artistic and poetic talent from his mother and her people, he un- 
doubtedly received his extraordinary command of language from his'father. 

The old Riley homestead is located at Greenfield. It is a plain, unpre- 
tentious building, after the pattern of houses that are built more for 
comfort than show. The house where the poet was born has long been 
torn down, but the present building is located nearly where it stood. 
The house has had some additions made to it, but Mr. Riley, with scru- 
pulous care, has not allowed these to change its former condition and ap- 
pearance. The carpenters wanted to make an addition to the house 
and thought it could be best efifected by closing up the porch. Mr! 
Riley walked out upon the porch with a troubled air, and remarked: "It 
will not do to close this up. Why, here is where we e't on the porch." 
So the porch is there yet. When the house was built the parlor was left 
in an uncompleted state; it now serves for a storing place for apples, 
potatoes, and corn. On his visits there the poet gets a pan, and says' 
"1 am going to the parlor for a pan of apples." Here also is a marvelous 
well that he says is so deep that the bottom is no larger than a tea cupi 
It is surely a characteristic attribute of his loving nature that he would 
thus keep inviolate the sanctuary of his eariy childhood. 

Mr. Riley is the author of the following books: Neighborly Poems 
Sketches in Prose, Afterwhiles, Pipes o' Pan at Zekesbury, Rhymes of 
Childhood, The Flying Islands of the Night, Green Fields'and Runnin- 
Brooks, Armazindy, A Child-World, Home-Folks, His Pa's Romance'' 
Morning, Old-Fashioned Roses, The Golden Year, Rilev Child-Rhymes,' 
Riley Love Lyrics, Riley Farm-Rhymes, Riley Songs o' Cheer An Old 
Sweetheart of Mine, Out to Old Aunt Mary's, A Defective Santa Claus, 
While the Heart Beats Young, and The Raggedy Man. 



A Dream of Autumn 

James Whitcomb Riley 

'M yMELLOW hazes, louiy trailing, 
/l/f Over wood and meadow, veiling 

Somber skies, with wildfowl sailing 
Sailor-like to foreign lands: 
And the north-wind overleaping 
Summer's brink, and floodlike siveeping 
Wrecks of roses where the iveeping 

Willows wring their helpless Iiands. 

Flared, like Titan torches flinging 
Flakes of flame and embers, springing 
From the vale the trees stand swinging 

In the inoaning atmospliere; 
While in dead'ning-lands the loiving 
Of the cattle, sadder growing, 
Fills the sense to overflowing 

With the sorrow of the year. 

Sorrowfidly, yet the sweeter 
Sings the brook in rippled meter 
Under boughs that lithely teeter 

Lorn birds, answering frotn the sliores 
Through the viny, shady-shiny 
Interspaces, shot with tiny 
Flying motes that fleck the winy 

Wave-engraven sycamores. 

Fields of ragged stubble, wrangled 
With rank weeds, and shocks of tangled 
Corn, with crests like rent plumes dangled 

Over Harvest's battle-plain; 
And the sudden whir and luhistle 
Of the quail that, like a missle. 
Whizzes over thorn and thistle. 

And, a missle, drops again. 

Aluffled voices, hid in thickets 
Where the redbird stops to stick its 
Ruddy beak between the pickets 

Of the truant's rustic trap; 
And the sound of laughter ringing 
Where, within the wild-vine swinging. 
Climb Bacchante's schoolmates, flinging 

Purple clusters in her lap. 

Rich as wine, the sunset flashes 
Round the tilted world, and dashes 
Upon the sloping west and splashes 

Red foam over sky attd sea — 
Till my dream of Autumn, paling 
In the splendor all-prevaling 
Like a sallow leaf goes sailing 

Down the silence solemnly. 



Poem by permission of Bobbs-Merrill Co. 



Mrs. Juliet V. Strauss 



MRS STRAUSS is a native of Rockville, where she was born 
January 7, 1863, and where she has lived continuously ever 
since. She attended the public schools of Rockville, but stopped 
short of graduation. She was married December 22, 1881, to Isaac R. 
Strauss who shortly after became editor of the Rockville Tribune. That 

was nearly thirty years ago, Mrs. 
Strauss has written something for nearly 
every issue of the paper since. This 
long schooling in pen work has been 
the education of the woman who now 
has a national reputation as "The 
Country Contributor." 

For many years Mrs. Strauss wrote 
for the Indianapolis Journal, which was 
one of the high class papers of the times, 
and for various other publications, 
though her work did not attract gen- 
eral notice until about five years ago 
when she began writing regularly for 
the Indianapolis News under the pseu- 
donym of "The Country Contributor." 
This work at once struck a popular 
chord, and Mrs. Strauss received letters 
from all over the United States, and 
even from foreign countries. Three 
years ago she began writing for the 
Ladies' Home Journal. At present she is contributing, besides her usual 
column in the Rockville Tribune, to the Indianapolis News, the Chicago 
Journal, and the Ladies' Home Journal. It has been said of this popular 
writer that she now stands in a field practically alone, having brought the 
essay into the home of the average reader. 

"The Country Contributor" has so far published but one book — a 
little volume of essays which epitomizes her best thoughts regarding 
woman's life. 

A sentence strongly characteristic of this author's life, we find in her 
essays, "I do not care much for culture — I like naturalness so much 
better." This may be inferred from a choice bit of description taken 
from a recent article in the Indianapolis News: 

When we come out to start home a summery-looking cloud was lifting in the West, 
showing a fringe of rain at its edge over a streak of palest primrose sky. I dearly love to 
ride in the rain, to hear the big thunder and smell the ineffable deep sea suggestion of the 
storm. Some way I was reminded of Jacob's ladder. The lightning seemed to present a 
zigzag stair for the descent of heavenly \'isitants. What if the angel who came down that 
dizzy height when the heax'ens opened before us had laid his wand against my heart? What 
better time to go? I always pray when there is thunder and the warm soring rain, but it 
it is not a prayer of fear and trembling. It is a rejoicing prayer. 




JUUET v. STRAUSS 



Meredith Nicholson 



MEREDITH NICHOLSON was born in Crawfordsville, Indiana. 
December 9, 1866. His parents removed to Indianapolis when 
he was still very young, and with the exception of a few years 
spent in Denver, Colorado, he has resided in that city. 

For several years Mr. Nicholson was a reporter for the Indianapolis 
Sentinel, and then for ten years he 
was on the editorial staff of the In- 
dianapolis News. He has contribut- 
ed prose and poetry to various peri- 
odicals, including the Century, Harp- 
er's, New England Magazine, Critic, 
and Chap Book. 

The formal education Mr. Nichol- 
son received was in the public schools 
of Indianapolis, which he quit in the 
first year of High School. He then 
worked for three years in job print- 
ing offices, learned stenography, read 
law for a couple of years in an office 
where nobody cared if he read 
poetry; at eighteen took a prize of- 
fered by the Chicago Tribune for a 
short story, studied languages with 
a private tutor, and then went into 
the newspaper business for twelve 
years, beginning as police reporter 

and becoming in due course an editorial writer and book reviewer. He 
has written much verse, and put forth a book of poems, "Short Flights," 
at twenty -two. 

Mr. Nicholson is the author of the following books: The Hoosiers, 
The Main Chance, Zelda Dameron, The House of a Thousand Candles, 
Port of Missing Men, Rosalind at the Red Gate, Poems. 

Mr. Nicholson's best known poem is "Simplicity ' from which we take 

the following lines' 

But may I never face a dawn 
With all the awe and wonder gone. 
Or in late twilight fail to see 
Charm in the stars' old sorcery. 

The following lines are from "Christmas in the Pines:" 
Save for a lad's song, far and faint. 

There is no sound in all the wood ; 
The murmuring pines are still; their plaint 
At last was heard and understoo 1. 




ISIEREDITU NICHOLSON 



Here floats no chime of Christmas bell, 
There is no voice to give me cheei ; 

But through the pine wood all is well. 
For God and love and peace are here 



Albert J. Beverid^e 



SENATOR ALBERT J. BEVERIDGE was born on a farm on the 
border of Adams and Highland counties, Ohio, October 6, 1862. 
After the close of the war the family removed to Illinois, and young 
lieveridge attended the common and high schools of Sullivan. In 1885 
he graduated from DePauw University. 

A historical sketch thus sums up 
his career: From age of twelve led 
a life of privations; plowboy at 
twelve, logger and teamster at fifteen, 
then attended high school. Read 
law in the office of Senator McDon- 
ald, and became managing clerk; 
admitted to the bar and was associ- 
ated with McDonald and Butler until 
he began to practice for himself. He 
has been identified with many im- 
portant cases, is well known as an 
orator and Republican campaign 
speaker. "The Russian Advance," 
'The Young Man and the World" 
and "The Meaning of the Times," 
are books written by Senator Bever- 
idge. He is also a frequent con- 
tributor to magazines, especially the 
Saturday Evening Post. Senator 
Beveridge is a vigorous writer. He 
could be nothing else. He goes to the bottom of things and gives the 
reader something to think about and stimulates him to action. While 
a student in DePauw University Mr. Beveridge never allowed an oppor- 
tunity to enter a contest pass and won enough prizes while a student to 
pay his expenses for two years in college. It is a principle with him never 
to sacrifice labor for pleasure, nor permit discouragement to disqualify 
him for work. 

His book, "The Young Man and the World," should be read by all 
young men and women and it would be an inspiration to most of the older 
ones. The following is from ."The Young Man and the World.' 

Be honest with the world and the world will be honest with you. This is the fundamental 
truth of all real prosperity and happiness. For the purposes of every man's daily affaus 
all other ma.Kims are to this central verity as the branches of a tree to its rooted trunk. 

The world will be honest with you whether *fOu are honest with it or not. You cannot 
trick it — remember that. If you try it, the world will punish you when it discovers your 
fraud. But be honest with the world from nobler motives than prudence. 

Prudence will not make you be honest; it will only make you act honest. And you must 
be honest. 

1 do not mean that lowest form of honesty which bids you keep your hands clean of 
another's goods or money; I do not mean that you shall not be a "grafter," to use the foul 
and sinister word which certain base practices have recently compelled us to coin. Of 
course you will be honest in a money sense. 




SENATOR BEVERIDGE 



Elizabeth Miller 



ELIZABETH MILLER has the distinction of being the youngest of 
the Indiana group, having leaped into the literary arena, full- 
armored when barely out of her 'teens. This is not remarkable 
when the long years of preparation are considered, bet?inning with the 
first manifestation of literary instinct when she was a child. Ker edu- 
cation in the public schools and in 
Butler College was directed along 
the line of letters and her natural 
inclination toward classics shaped 
her choice of field early in her studies. 
The first newspaper comment on her 
work was made on a short story in 
early English dialect published in a 
school-paper during her first ye^r in 
High School. While a Freshman at 
Butler she began to write verse and 
letters of travel for the Indianapolis 
News. In 1901 without previous 
experience in novel-writing she began 
"The Yoke," a story of the Exodus, 
upon the frame-work of a plot con- 
structed by her brother, Percy Miller. 
As the product of an exceedingly 
young and hitherto unknown writer 
the novel was subjected to the closest 
scrutiny by ministers, archaeologists 
and newspaper men while it was in the form of advance sheets and was 
finally published by the Bobbs-Merrill Company with the commendation 
of fifteen hundred proininent ministers, educators, professional men and 
literary editors of the country. 

The same year the young author entered into contract with the pub- 
lishing house for "Saul of Tarsus" which was produced in 1906. In less 
than two years time her third novel completing a definite trilogy was 
issued under the title, "The City of Delight." These three books setting 
forth the rise, triumph and decline of Judaism place the young author 
close to the top among the list of writers of modern classics of today. 
Her great strength lies in her ability to produce "atmosphere" and inj]a 
certain acute sense of values in reproducing scenes of the Orient. 

"THE FIRST MARTYR"— Saul of Tarsus. 

Dust arose and obscured everything but the flash of arms and armor which rived through 
it like lightning in a cloud. The uproar began to subside and presently the laughter and 
jest of the soldiers mounted above the protest. Fainter and fainter grew the cries, fewer 
the sounds of flying feet and at last, strong, harsh and biting as the clang of a sledge upon 
metal, the command of the centurion to fall in settled even the shouts of the .soldiers. 

There was the musical even ring of whetting armor as the column tiled back through Han- 
aleel and silence. The man in scarlet moved out into the roao 




EUZABETII MII,L,ER 



General Lew Wallace 



GENERAL LEW WALLACE achieved fame as the author of "Ben 
Hur." Hon. B. S. Parker says of him: "The author of "Ben 
Hur," is one of the most splendid figures of our epoch. Lawj'er, 
senator, soldier, consul, and author, he has a varied faculty, a various 
and commanding force of speech and action. His "Fair God," a story 

of the conquest of Mexico, was read 
with admiration long before "Ben 
Hur" was written; but it possessed 
no special charm of prophecy, and 
"Ben Hur" had almost run its little 
course when its genius was discov- 
ered, and the sales, which had 
ceased at 3,000, again began, until 
more than 1,000,000 copies have been 
sold. It has been published in the 
following] languages: German, Bo- 
hemian, French, Swedish, Turkish, 
Italian, Spanish, Portuguese and 
Arabic. Ben-Hur has also been 
dramatized and is one of the most 
spectacular plays ever staged. The 
book, Ben-Hur, grew out of a talk 
that Gen. "Wallace had with Robert 
G. Ingersoll, the great infidel, on 
God, Christ and Immortality. The 
story is especially interesting to all 
Christian people, and sufficiently dramatic to attract the attention of 
those who otherwise would care little for a story of the Christ. It has 
been said that Mr. Wallace himself changed his views on Christianity 
while searching for material to perfect the story. 

The desert scene, where the three Avise men meet, at the opening 
of the book, by many critics pronounced the finest in literature, was 
written before Mr. Wallace visited the lands which he so perfectly 
describes. Then came "The Life of Benjamin Harrison," "The Roy- 
hood of Christ," and "The Prince of India;" but "Ben-Hur" is still ihc 
kevstone in the arch of Wallace's fame. 
The following "Song" is from "Ben-Hur: " 

Wake not. but hear me^ love' 

Adrift, adrift on slumber's sea, 

Thy spirit call to list to me. 
Wake not, but hear me, love! 

A gift from Sleep, the restful kir 

All happy, happy dreams I bring. 

Wake not, but hear me, love! 

Of all the world of dreams 'tis thinn 
This once to choose the most divine 

So choose, and sleep, my love! 
But ne'er again in choice be free 
Unless, unless — thou dream'st of nie 




GENERAL I.RW WALLACE 



James JNewton Mathews 



DR. JAMES NEWTON MATHEWS, the "Poet of the Prairies," 
is a native of Indiana; he was born near Greencastle, in 1852. On 
his father's side he is a descendant from one of the first families of 
Virginia; Thomas Mathews, a Colonial Governor, being an ancestor. 
He removed from the State with his parents while yet but a mere lad. 
After the close of his primary school 
days he returned to the State of his 
birth long enough to graduate from 
DePauw University. He also grad- 
uated at the University of Illinois 
at the age of twenty. He subse- 
quently studied medicine, and has 
practiced that profession since 1876. 

Literary work has been his re- 
creation. His poetry is so penetra- 
ing and sweet, and so thrilled and 
thrilling with the tingling taste of 
wild spices, and the aroma of wild 
life, the voices and songs of untamed 
nature, and the wholesomeness and 
heartsomeness of unspoiled souls, 
that the people love him for what he 
is and what he sings. He brings a 
love of beauty, of the out-of-doors, 
of legend and myth, of those wise 
old stories the hearts of men have 
told each other through the generations, seeking to translate the material 
world into spiritual meanings that should minister to the needs of the 
soul. We love his works for "the beauty of many of the songs and as a 
sweet and agreeable utterance in a silent day." 

Dr. Mathews has been a contributor of poems to manv of the leading 
publications of the day. A volume of his verse was issued in ISSS, 
entitled "Tempe Vale." 

Nothing could be more charming with fancy and felicitious phrase 
than his sonnet, entitled 

A NIGHT IN NOVEMBER. 

The lady moon lies coffined in a cloud; 

The winds are up, and from the sobbing boughs 
The last leaves fall; far off. a wild goose plows 

The slanting sky, with ululations loud. 

Like a lost soul; the browning woods are bowed 
With dreams of shattered splendor- half adrowse, 
A leaf-choked stream steals round the frosty brows 

Of amber hills, that northward nvidge and crowd. 

Adown the air, at intervals, is borne 

The far. faint blast of Boreal bugles, like 
The dim and distant murmur of a vast 

Invading army, gathering strength to strike — 
God shield the poor, the houseless and forlorn. 
Ere winter's vassals find and bind them fast! 




JAMES NEWTON MATHEWS 



Enos Boyd Heiney 



■Pray tell me what do you believe 
Will be the fate of those who burn 
Their incense at the Muses' shrine? 
Will they in the hereafter grieve 
That in their youth they did not turn 
A (ieaf ear to the mystic Nine? " 

EXOS BOYD HEINEY is a Hoosier, his early childhood's home 
being located in Huntington county where his youthful davs 
were spent upon a farm. He was educated for a teacher, in 
which profession he has succeeded well, being at this time the principal 
of I'nt- ( f the important schools of the city of Huntington. He says, "I 

have been a teacher ever since I 
can remember." However, he has 
often found time to court the Muses, 
and to fashion some of the things 
the readers of papers and magazines 
like so well to read. Yet he says, 
"I never had the slightest suspicion 
that I was a poet or a genius of anv 
sort." 

Mr. Heiney is happily married, 
and with his accomplished wife and 
little family is certainly enjoying the 
heyday of life. He is an occasional 
contributor of verse to the Indiana- 
polis papers and other publications, 
and some of his poems have met 
with decided favor. He is a lover of 
poetry, and gives more time to the 
study of it than to efforts to produce 
it. He takes a dfeep interest in the 
literature of the State. He was one of the editors of "Poets and Poetry 
of Indiana." Ke has published two little books: "Solamonie and 
Other Rhvmes," and "Friends Ysame." 




ENOS BOVn HEINEY 



CUPID'S ROSE. 

A rosebud that Cupid had tossed 
Into Psyche's lap was pressed 
In her ardent hands awhile to her breast, 

Kissed, twined in her hair and lost. 

At the break of the golden dawn 

She sought, through the dewy morn, 

For her rose and found dead leaves and a thorn 

But the rosebud she loved was gone. 

But its blush had crimsoned her breast. 
Her lips and her cheeks — the air 
All around was filled with a fragrance rare 

And her soul with a strange unrest. 



Frank McKinney Hubbard 



"Dear gazer on the brighter half 

Of this prosaic world of ours. 
Who always thinks it best to laugh, 

And pluck sweet flowers; 
The kind influence of your hand 

And voice will ever lead us on 
Through shadowed spaces till we stan 

On heights of dawn! " 

IN the big double section where the Hoosier delegation sits there is 
always a cozy corner for "Kin" Hubbard, a Buckeye by birth but 
now a naturalized Hoosier. Mr. Hubbard was born in 
Bellefontaine, Ohio, and after a 
common school education, he learn- 
ed the printer's trade; but he has 
never followed it as a profession. 
He has been employed as a carica- 
turist in Westlield, Ohio. Cincinnati, 
Dayton, and Indianapolis. His con- 
nection with the News commenced 
eight years ago. 

By the law of association it will 
be easy to remember when the first 
sketch of "Abe Martin" appeared. 
Mr. Hubbard says, "The day after 
Parker's defeat I started Abe Martin, 
and it has appeared daily ever since 
with Abe in a different pose each 
day." 

Mr. Hubbard published his first 
book two years ago; it was called 
"Abe Martin's Sayings." His sec- 
ond book appeared last December; 
this was named ' 'Abe Martin's Alman- 
ac." These books had phenomenal sales, the critics were unhorsed, and 
Laughter was seen holding both his sides. 

Indeed it might be said of "Abe," 

His hand is clasped by Laughter gay, 
And smiles compose his retinue! 

It is Mr. Hubbard's intention to publish an almanac each year, just 
before Christmas. He says, "I only claim to be a close observer and 
touch home with my items in a friendly way." 

Had Shakespeare lived now, no doubt he would have set down in his 
catalogue of "wasteful and ridiculous excess" any words that would try 
to raise the estimation of "Abe Martin." 

A choice bit of homely philosophy is this, "Th' day o' th' rail splitter 
has gone glimmerin', an' it hain't likely that a feller that has stretched 
wire fences will ever be President. Ther hain't no health resorts fer a 
guilty conscience." 




FRANK McKINNEY HUBBARD 



Mrs. Ollah Perkins Toph 



MRS. TOPH was born in Rushville, Indiana, but with the ex- 
ception of two years has lived in Indianapolis. She began 
writing when she was seventeen years old; her writings com- 
prise essays, stories and verse, wh'ich have appeared in various news- 
papers and magazines from time to time. 

A writer says of Mrs. Toph's work: 
"The serious side of life always ap- 
peals to her, and her verses, although 
hopeful, are generally of a thought- 
ful nature, teaching us that our sor- 
rows and disappointments are but 
steps to lead the soul to its ultimate 
development." 

Mentallv the dreamful and occult 
appeal to her, but she has lived a 
practical business life for fifteen 
years. She believes in clubs for 
woinen, and is a member of the Mon- 
day Afternoon Literary Club, of 
Indianapolis. In religion she be- 
lieves in following the guidance of 
reason, and in thinking for oneself. 
She loves flowers, music, and old 
books; the fields rather than the city 
streets; and the souls that dwell in 
quiet ways. 

Mrs. Toph's creed is gracefully set 




OI^LAH PERKINS TOPH 



forth in the following quatrain: 

This then my creed: To do the best I can 
And grant such right to every other man; 
To live so my attending ange! be 
Not less the angel for his walk with me. 

Although a very busy woman, Mrs. Toph finds time to devote to her 
literary pursuits. In the following lines there are a "lut^ note and a 
pulse of love" for Nature and her ways: 

THE UNVEILING. 

I grope toward a hope that I'm nearing spring, 

Feel my steps blindly — but yet. there's a way 

About Mother Earth as if laughter lay 
Just back of her ripe lips, ready to fling 
A madder, merrier joy than could wing 

From heart of man in a year and a day. 

Green draperies flutter and swing and sway 
To noise of her dance with the sun — and sing! — 
Hark! breath of a hush, then glad gush and rush 

Of pipings of birds; and everywhere 

Expectancy tiptoeing throbbing air. 
And wild lawless longings that almost crush 

Restraint, to be gypsying some far place — 

I know! — Spring's lifting her veil from her face 



Joaquin Miller 



JOAQUIN (Cincinnatus Heine) MILLER, the "Poet of the Sierras," 
was born near Liberty, Union county, Indiana, in 1834. 
"Poets and Poetry of Indiana" says this of him and his work: "He 
removed to the far West with his parents when less than ten vears of age. 
Thenceforth his teachers were the great soHtudes, the mighty mountains, 
the wide plains, and rushing torrents. 
He grew up amid, and was inspired 
by, picturesque scenes and romantic 
conditions. His genius was equal to 
the demands they made upon it, and 
no poet ever filled his mission and 
dreamed and sung up to its great 
possibilities more successfully than 
he has done. He is one of America's 
very great poets, and it is little to 
our credit that he was forced to win 
his spurs in England before the land 
of his birth would listen to his song. 

Miller is one of those rare beings 
of whom you cannot say that he was 
educated at this school or vender 
college. Like that other Miller who 
made geology as attractive as ro- 
mance, his teachers were the forces 
and phenomena of nature, and he 
learned his lessons well. JOAquin mii,i,er 

If he is old and gray, it is largely the result of his restless life of ad- 
venture, exposure, and toil. His mountain home near Oakland, Cali- 
fornia, overlooking sea and plain, is singularly suited to the character of 
the man and his genius." 

The first and last stanzas of Mr. Miller's well known poem, "The 
Great Discoverer," is as follows: 

Behind him lay the gray Azores, 

Behind the gates of Hercules; 
Before him not the ghost of shores, 

Before him only shoreless seas. 
The good mate said: "Now must we pray. 

For lo, the very stars are gone. 
Brave Admr'l, speak: what shall I say?" 
"Why say, 'Sail on, sail on, and on.' " 




Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck. 

And peered through darkness. Ah. the night 
Of all dark nights! And then a sneck — 

A light! a light! a light! a light! 
It grew; a starlit flag unfurled. 

It grew to be Time's burst of dawn. 
He gained a world; he gave that world 

Jts greatest lesson, "On and on " 



Charles Major 



CHARLES MAJOR was born in Indianapolis, July 25, 1856, in a 
house that stood where the magnificent City Library building 
now stands. The family moved to Shelby ville in 1869, the young 
Charles being then in his fourteenth year. There they have lived con- 
tinuously since. 

The boy was immediately sent to the public schools, and was grad- 
uated in the spring of 1872. His 
class oration was notable. In school, 
English literature and history were 
his favorite studies, but he mastered 
mathematics with ease. History, 
he simply absorbed; facts and dates 
once known, were never forgotten. 
In the autumn of '72 he entered the 
L^niversity of Michigan, where he 
was graduated three years later. 
He returned to Shelbyville, and< at 
once began reading law in his father's 
ofifice. He was admitted to the 
Shelby county bar in 1877, and ever 
since has practiced law there. 

Mr. Major is fiftj'^-two years of age. 
He looks younger than his years, 
with his dark hair and blue eyes. 
In 1883 he married Miss Alice Shaw, 
a woman of striking personality, 
and pronounced literary tastes. 
His first story, "When Knighthood Was in Flower," was published in 
1898 and brought him instant fame and popularity. The consummate 
skill with which the lo^•e story is told, the consistent development of the 
characters, the cleverness of the dialogue, and the rush and sweep of 
incident, the dramatic handling of the situations, and above all the 
forcible directness and effective simplicity of the narrative, at once gave 
the book its position as one of the most successful historical romances of 
the decade. His other books are "The Bears of Blue River," "Dorothy 
Vernon of Haddon Hall," "Yolanda," and "A Forest Hearth." 

The following quotation is from the last named book: "The evening 
was balmy, and after a time Die and Rita walked to the crest of the little 
slope that fell gently ten or fifteen feet to the water's edge. A sycamore 
log answered the purpose of a divan, and a great drooping elm furnished 
a royal canopy. A half-moon hung in the sky, whitening a few small 
clouds that seemed to be painted on the blue-black dome. The air, 
though not oppressive, was warm enough to make all nature languorous, 
and the sc f t brealh of the south wind was almost narcotic in its power to 
sooihe."' 




CHARIvES MAJOR 



Strickland W. Gillilan 



STRICKLAND W. GILLILAX was born in Jackson countv, Ohio 
in 1869, and his boj-hood days were spent on a farm. He at- 
tended country school, and began teaching at the age of eighteen. 
He attended Ohio University, Athens, Ohio, for three vears; he left col- 
lege in 1892 and took a position on the Telegram, of Richmond, Indiana. 
He had previously done a little 

newspaper work in Ohio, on weeklies, ■ ; 

and had worked as City Editor of 
papers in Richmond, Indiana. In 
the meantime he had written " Fin- 
nigan to Flannigan," a humorous 
poem in Irish dialect, which made 
his name widely known. After- 
wards, Mr. Gillilan became Manag- 
ing Editor of the Tribune, published 
at Marion, Indiana; he was feature 
writer of Los Angeles Herald until 
December, 1902, when he went to 
Baltimore to work on the Baltimore 
American. He is now doing Ivceum, 
newspaper, and magazine work. 
His newspaper connection being a 
long range department on editorial 
page of the Chicago Daily News. 
The greater part of his time is now 
being spent in lecturing in the prin- 
cipal cities of the United States and 
Canada, and he is meeting with the success that his talent so deservedly 
merits. 

The following extract is from "Counring the Cost:" 
To make one life that's white and good 
Fit for this human brotherhood. 
Demands the toil of weary years — 

And tears 




STRICKI.AND W. GILI,It,AN 



From "Sleep, Little Sweetheart :" 



Sleep, little sweetheart, sleep! 
Thy time has not yet come 
For wakeful nights and low-turned lights 
That \yill some day crush thy home. 
But with each new toy and its newer joy 
Thou art nearing a time when thy humble home- 
But no, my sweet, it is far more meet 
Thou shouldst know but the joy till the sorrows comi 
Sleep, little sweetheart, sleep! 

Sleep, little sweetheart, sleep! 
Thy breathing soft and low. 
Is as sweet to me as ought can be" 
And 't is joy to me to know 
That sometime dear, when thou liest near 
Thine own first-bom, with its breathing low, 
This joy of mine will be joy of thine, 
A bliss there may none but a parent' know — 
Sleep, little sweetheart, sleep! 



Harvey Porter Layton 



MR. LAYTON was born August 2, 1871, in Warren county, Indiana. 
He was for a time associate editor of the Lafayette Evening Call, 
but was obliged, owing to failing health, to give up the work. 
Mr. Layton's life historj' is pathetic in the extreme; of this struggle for 
existence, the Attica Daily Ledger says, "Most people in Western Indiana 

and many others know Harvey 
Porter Layton, the writer and poet, 
who lived for many years in Southern 
Warren county. He has not been 
heard from for three or four years, 
although formerl}' in the limelight. 
He has recently been heard from 
and in a way that appeals to the best 
that is in one. He has fought brave- 
ly through a long period of years. 
No brooding over his fate, weakened 
his body or made him gloomy, and 
in spite of all he resolved to live a 
little longer. He wrote for the 
])apers, as correspondent and feature 
writer; and, now comes some of the 
best work he ever did. He has taken 
u]) the work of the monks of old; he 
is writing books by hand and illumi- 
nating and illustrating them in the 
same way. These books, individual 
and absolutely unique, the product of his own handiwork, he is selling. 
There is not a letter or a mark of any kind in the book that is not the 
stroke of a pen or pencil. Everything is neat and dainty, and the books 
are in every way artistic; on a par with the work in the missals made by 
the ancient monks in feudal monasteries. The contents of the book will 
probably aggregate ten or twelve thousand words. And the sermon of 
it all lies in the fact of his persistent effort under the awful burden natvire 
has laid upon him. We grumble at the hard tasks we have set for us each 
day. we of good or of medium health. Would we have the persistent 
will and rounded faith this man owns, were our burden as hard as his?" 
In 1808 Mr. Layton edited and published "Songs of Hoosier Singers." 
His poetry has appeared from time to tiine in the Boston Transcript, 
Atlanta Constitution, -ind other well known publications. The following 
short ]X)eni is from the vSunny South : 

Before me stretches a shoreless sea 
Laving a sunset boundary — 
. shoreless, sourceless river; 
And as life's silvery billows roll 
Around an island in my soul 
My heart feels peace forever. 




HARVEY PORTER IvAVTON 



Mrs. Minnie Thomas Boyce 



MRS. BOYCE has exhibited a rare talent for the delineation of 
child character, and her short stories of child life have attracted 
much favorable attention. She is peculiarly happy in her 
rendition of her own work along similar lines with Mr. Riley. Most of 
her verse has been devoted to child life. A few years ago she took a 
course in English literature at the 
State University, and is constantly 
adding to her literary equipment. 
Some time ago Mrs. Bovce did 
some regular work for the Sunday 
edition of the Chicago Inter-Ocean. 
This work was prose sketches called 
"Life in Punkin Holler." Later the 
Woman's Home Companion pub- 
Hshed a short story and has since 
accepted some child dialect verse. 
Many other magazines have from 
time to time used her work; she has 
also contributed editorial bits to her 
home papers. 

Recently the Sunday edition of 
her home paper, the Star, pubhshed 
a poem, "In Indiana," which at- 
tracted so much attention that the 
editor desires to bring it out again, 
accompanied with the author's pic- 
ture. It certainly appeals to all Hoosiers. 
last stanzas of this poem: 

Down in old Indiana, where people are plain and kind — 

Down in old Indiana, the strongest ties that bind. 

Are the ties of home and kindred, aye, those are the ones you'll find, 

Down in old Indiana. 

Strange the hot tears burn, though my eyes are dry. 
That out of my heart there should break this cry: 
When the last sleep falls. Oh let me die, 
Back in old Indiana. 

The following three stanzas are from her child dialect poem entitled 
"A Little Girl's Visit:" 

Lee'smy Aunt Hattie's boy; — not her own boy; — 

He's thest one she raisded; an' when 
He's a wee little bit of a baby, 

I guess 'at she tookted him then. 

1 didn't like a-visitin', very, 

'Cause you has to say. "yes, mum" and "please," 
An' "_ 'scuse me," an' "no, sir," an' "thank you," 

An' you can't hardly cough, sir, or sneeze. 

An' you can]t have two dishes of nothin'; 

Not even ice cream or plum pie. 
Freddie said he could put all the vittles 

He et, while he's there, in his eye. 




MINNIE THOMAS BOYCE 

We reproduce the first and 



Miss Myrtle Conner 



THE work of Miss Conger has attracted considerable attention 
during the past few years. She has been a constant contributor 
to the Sunday editions of the New York Press for a long time. 
The Overland Monthly has published many of her sketches, both prose 
and verse; she has also contributed to many other periodicals. 

Miss Conger disposes of her poetical 
pigments with a punctilious delicacy and 
exactitude of a Praed or a Calverly. 
She is a beautiful follower of the fixed 
forms of verse, and is strongly imbued 
with the idea that each line shall have 
its corresponding mate of rhyme. There 
is nothing about her Avork that shows 
hurry or indecision, and all roughness 
has been smoothed away with an elab- 
orate carefulness that proclaims her an 
artist, if it be the height of art to conceal 
art. She is never satisfied with her own 
work, and believes that the sweetest 
songs are still unsung. 

Miss Conger's work is always delight- 
ful; an optimistic, hopeful note is always 
dominant in her poetry and prose 
sketches, for she writes with equal 
facility in either form. 

Miss Conger's home is in Shelby ville; 
it is a delightful place of abode, called "The Knoll." It is surrounded 
by giant pines whose soft susurration imbues one with the idea that to 
merely put pen to paper, and poetry is a potential fact. 

The following is an extract from a poem "Shakespeare Confounded," 
that appeared in the New York Press. In these lines rhyme and reason 
are happily wedded: 

When "peerless Madam Patti" made her seventh fare-well tour. 

Had she not told us who she was. she might have gone home poor. 

If Twain would sign my name (or yours) to his next book of wit 

The world might think it serious and forget to laugh at it. 

Oh. there's magic in a name that once to fame has grown; 

Who would ha\'e bought "The Light That Failed" if it had been my own? 

In all that once is known as great, 'tis human to concur; 

If Kiiiling's name were signed to this, I'd get one dollar per! 




MYRTLE CONGER 



"AUTOIIOGRAPHY OF THE REPUBLIC." 

ERA OF EXLIGHTEXMEXT 
I saw, 1 saw 

In the fullness of time 
All the meaning sublime 
In the coming of ships from the Orient Sea. 
And the bow with its bars, 
Set in manifold stars 
Was the sign that God wills that all men shall be free. 

-JoHX C. Ochiltree. 



Alonzo Rice 



THE following sketch is from the Bohemian Magazine: "Among 
Indiana's gifted sons Alonzo Rice occupies a distinct place. 
Having first opened his eyes in a farmhouse in Shelby county, 
Indiana, in the month of June, 1867; and being born without the pro- 
verbial silver spoon in his mouth, he doubly deserves for his meritorious 
accomplishments the generous recog- 
nition that has been accorded him by 
the ablest critics of our time. Bv dint 
of hard work and inborn genius, he has 
rapidly forged to the front, and by the 
unusual quality of his work has attained 
a position among American poets seldom 
vouchsafed one so voung. 

Mr. Rice's first effort as a poetical 
writer was made in his seventeenth 
>-ear. With a reading of Bryant he 
found a translation from the Portuguese 
of a sonnet, and was so charmed with 
that form of verse that he dropped un- 
sciously into its exacting method with- 
out realizing that he was deaHng in such 
difficult literary wares. Since that 
time, he has made for himself an inter- 
national reputation as a sonneteer; his 
efforts along that line having attracted AI^ONZO RICE 

the notice of the most eminent critics in America and Europe. 

Mr. Rice is alive to the fact that poetry is the highest standard of ht- 
erary excellence. 

There is a freshness and purity about all this poet's work that suggest 
the western breezes which help to fan his genius into a flame. Not a line 
of his contains a questionable sentiment, nor the faintest attempt to 
enter the land of forbiddenness." 

The following is a sample of his work as a sonnet writer: 

THE GIFT. 

The ship of dawn comes up the Eastern sky! 

Each sail is big with promise; in her hold. 

Are treasure-troves; Bokhara's finest gold, 

Tankards of wine, with robes of Tvrian dye 
Pertumed with Khoten musk ; no Sybarite's eve 

Like splendor saw bv Nemi's shores of old, ' 

Nor could Aladdin's lamp such wealth unfold; 

Alburz, and Kaf these gems could not supnlv! 
And each receives his gift with words of praise, 

For from such largess there are gifts for all ; 

I bide the last of all this countless throng. 
And then turn homeward down the crowded ways. 

With happy heart; pressing, lest I let fall. 

T'he priceless boon I crave, the gift of song! 




Mrs. E. S. L. Thompson 



MRS. THOMPSON is the daughter of Judge R. X. Lamb, of In- 
dianapolis; she was bom in Vevay, Switzerland county, Indiana, 
August 7, 1848. Her mother was the daughter of the talented 
Julia L. Dumont, one of the early Western writers. Mrs. Thompson's 
literary talents are varied and all of a high order; she is a ready writer 

of prose and verse. Her poeins 
posess that true lyric quality, and 
are niuch sought after by song pub- 
lishers. It is a well known fact that 
song-writing is one of the most dif- 
Hcult feats of versification; a song is 
like a cherry, and ought not to re- 
quire us to make two bites of it. 
English literature reckons but few 
really good song-writers, and when 
one appears he is hailed with delight. 
And Mrs. Thompson has had a most 
hearty welcome extended to her, 
which proves that genius does not 
need go begging. She is the author 
of the following songs: "Christmas 
by the Tennessee," "Our Glorious 
Flag," "Come Pledge Your Troth to 
Mine," "The Price I Ask for Roses," 

"Indiana Wherever We Wander," 
MRS. E. S. L. THOMPSON .,„, , c .. ..\i *i, at 

Slumber bea. Along the Mo- 

hawk's Banks To-Night," "Tell Me So," and "Love's Golden Days." 

Mrs. Thompson has been contributing to the magazines and newspapers 
since 1890. Her short stories are excellent examples of that division of 
literary work; they have appeared in St. Nicholas, Youth's Companion, 
Lippincott's, Harper's Young People, and other magazines of like prom- 
inence. She is the author of the following volumes of short stories: "The 
Raising of th e Sons of Wooley," and "In the Land of the Banjo and the 
Fiddle." A^ a play-wright she has a most enviable reputation; having 
the following plavs to her credit: "Waiting For Her Cue," "A Scion of 
Royalty," and, "The Fortune Teller and the Dwart"." She has also 
written "In Lady Land" for the opera. 

The following quotation is from "All:" 

You who have lived, and hoped, and gloried in the sun 
Of Music, Art, Love, Laughter, and of Song — 

And worn their diadem. 

Been jubilant with them. 
And of their alchemy wrought gem on gem, 
Dream with them still and claim them every one'. 




Miss Evaleen Stein 



EVALEEN STEIX is a native Hoosier, having been liorn and 
always lived in Lafayette. The family of her father, John 
A. Stein, was originally from Pennsylvania, and that of her 
mother, Virginia Stein, came from Virginia. Miss Stein was educated 
in the public schools of Lafayette, and afterward spent awhile in the 
Art Institute of Chicago. Her tirst 
poem was written in 1886 and sent 
to the Indianapolis Journal, where 
it was published. For a number of 
years afterward she continued to 
contribute poems to various news- 
papers, but more especially to the 
Indianapolis Journal. In 1897 Cope- 
land and Day, of Boston, brought 
out her first book, a small collection 
of poems, called "One Way to the 
Woods." This publishing firm hav- 
ing since gone out of business, the 
book is now in the hands of Sherman, 
French and Co., of Boston. In 1808 
she wrote her first short storv; this 
with another story written the next 
year, appeared in St. Nicholas. 
These two little stories together with 
two longer ones, not before pub- 
lished, were brought out in book 




EVAI.EEN STEIN 



form in 1903 by the Bobbs-Merrill Co., of Indianapolis; the volume bein- 
called "Troubadour Tales." The year before the same companv had 
brought out her second book of verse, called "Among the Trees Again." 
Her last book thus far is a story for children, entitled, "Gabriel and the 
Hour-Book," published two years ago by L. C. Page and Co., of Boston. 
Some of her poems are included in Stedman's American Anthology, and 
also in various other collections. 

"Poets and Poetry of Indiana" says of her poems: "Her love and 
appreciation of nature, and her skill in descriptive verse, have made her 
poetry justly popular, and she is today the peer of the best among the 
poets of natural scenery and conditions." 

The following lines are from "Among the Trees Again: " 

O generous-natured, friendly, neighbor tree! 

vVeave gentle blessings in the shade and shine; 
Ar^ granting gracious patience to my plea, 
Some simple lesson of your lore make mine. 
Make mine, I pray! 
O, be a kindly teacher unto me, 

And I'll pour out such worshipful heart-wine 
Not any bird that sings to you all day, 
„, „ , , Or nestles to low, leafy lullaby, 
bhall hold you in such dear observance, nay. 
Nor love you half so tenderly as 1. 



Benjamin S. Parker 



BEXJAMIX S. PARKER was born in a "cabin in a clearing" in 
Henry county, Indiana, February 10, 1833. He was reared upon 
a farm, and inured to the various toils of clearing away the forests, 
and fencing and cultivating new tields. He enjoyed such educational 
opportunities as those early days afforded. Added to the helpful work 

of the school, Mr. Parker says that his 
father and mother were both lovers of, 
and familiar with the best literature 
and had the habit of reading aloud, so 
that the home was a school as well as 
an abiding place. He began teaching be- 
fore reaching his majority, and was 
much attached to his work; but the 
loneliness of his father, after his mother's 
death, caused him to enter the mercan- 
tile business with him. After his 
father's death, he continued in trade 
until 1874, when he engaged in the 
newspaper business. In 1S75 he re- 
moved to New Castle where he was the 
editor and manager of the New Castle 
Mercury until 1882, when he was ap- 
pointed United States Consul at Sher- 
brooke, Province of Quebec, Canada; 
serving as such until 1885. He has 
held many other important positions of 
trust. Mr. Parker is now at the age of seventy-five, well preserved and 
as active and efficient in intellectual pursuits as ever; he is still a close 
student and is especially interested in natural history and kindred pur- 
suits. He has published five volumes of verse : The Lesson and Other 
Poems, 1871 ; The Cabin in the Clearing, 1887; Hoosier Bards and Other 
Rhymes, 1891; Rhymes of Our Xeighborhood, 189.^; and, After Xoon- 
tide, 1906. In collaboration with E. B. Heiney, he compiled and edited 
"The Poets and Poetry of Indiana," a i-epresentative volume of Indiana 
verse, which was first pubhshed in 1901. He has contributed to the 
Century magazine and many other noted publications. 

His poem, Casco Bay, that appeared in the Century magazine sings 
itself into the heart. The following representative quotation is from 
"A Vernal Vagary," a poem to the Spring time: 

I shall never know the reason, 
Why in this delightful season. 
Youth returns and age departs; 
Why the hand forgets to tremble. 
Why our friends no more dissemble 
And we read in honest faces 
Things that rise from honest hearts. 




BENJAMIN S. PARKER 



Mrs. Adelia Pope Branham 



N 




ADELIA POPE BRANHAM has the following to say for 
herself: "I am a Hoosier born and reared, and have lived all 
my life — or at least since cradlehood-days, and that is as far 
back as 1 can remember — in Greenfield, Ind.. in the immediate neighbor- 
hood of the old Riley homestead. I am so proud of the fact of having 
been so happily — and permanently — 
located, that I never miss an oppor- 
tunity of telling of it." 

Mrs. Branham was married to Howard 
S. Branham in 1885. He was at that 
time and for several years afterward, 
in the newspaper business, serving in 
all departments from "devil's stool" to 
editorial chair. Mr. Branham founded 
the first daily paper published in Green- 
field, "The Evening Tribune," which is 
now one of the leading dailies in the 
State. In the years of Mr. Branham's 
newspaper work he was ably assisted by 
his wife, who conducted special depart- 
ments and also took a private hand in 
political controversy, just for "the fun 
of the thing." Her work at this time 
was anonymous. It was not long, 
however, until poems from Mrs. Bran- 
ham's pen began to appear in several 

Indiana publications, besides the Indianapolis Sentinel, for which she was 
a regular contributor. She next accepted regular work on Chicago and 
Eastern magazines. The poem, "Resurgo," which appeared in the 
Standard, of Cincinnati, and "The Day We Thresh," which was published 
in the Century Magazine, New York, were her best productions at that time. 
Acceding to a request for short stories for young people, Mrs. Branham 
took up her pen undaunted, and now finds much pleasure in this line of 
work. She is equally at home in writing short stories for grown-ups. 

There are as yet, but two collections of Mrs. Branham's published 
work. One, "A Daughter of April," prose, from an Eastern publishing 
company, and a dainty little souvenir book of child-verse, "Grandma 
Tales and Others." 

Rhyme and reason are happily wedded in her poem, "If," in which the 
following lines are found: 

If 1 were you and you were I, 

And we were one another, 
How different this old world — oh, my! 

If we were all each other. 
If I were you I'd stop that frown; 

It makes an ugly wrinkle. 

I'd simply turn it upside down 

And change it to a twinkle. 



ADELIA POPE BRANHAM 



Granville Mellen Ballard 



GRANVILLE MELLEN BALLARD was born in Kentucky, but 
has lived in Indiana since infancy. He conies of Puritan stock, 
and delights in tracing his ancestry through many generation?, 
saluting on the way his grandfather who served in the Revolutionary 
War. His father was a physician whose practice radiated from the vil- 
lage, where the spelling bee was a feature of social life. Hence, he can 
spell. At the edge of the village stood the forest where the awe-inspiring 
tulip tree lifted its crown above that of all others. It was in the forest 
that he learned his first lessons in botany. Hence, he can distinguish 
the slippery elm from a pin oak. 

Mr. Ballard attended the village school until he was fifteen years of 
age, when he was sent to Asbury College, (now De Pauw University), but 
left before graduating to accept a position in the Institute for the Blind 
at Indianapolis. There he was a teacher for six years, and afterward 
served as acting Superintendent for one year. He carries the honorary 
degree of Master of Arts from Indiana L^niversity. 

For eight years, Mr. Ballard was Receiver of the L^. S. Land Office for 
the district of Indiana. This position brought him into communication 
with owners of lands all over the northwest, and he naturally drifted into 
the business of buying and selling lands. 

When a young man, Mr. Ballard wrote a number of songs for J. P. 
Webster, a composer of melodies second only to Stephen Foster. One, 
"The Old Man Dreams," has been on the press of Oliver Ditson & Co., of 
Boston, for thirty-five years, and still has a steady sale. 

Mr. Ballard has published only one small volume. It is entitled, 
"Legend of the Big Elm Tree and Other Poems." He says the title 
poem was given book form to preserve a tradition local to the city where 
he lives, and the other "poems" were put in for padding; but Mr. Ballard 
is entirely too modest. "At Seventeen," "The Skipper's Song," "The 
Dream of His Youth," andothers in the volume show that he has touched 
the strings of a poet's harp with delicacy and precision. "Despondency 
and Hope," has greater length, and gives personality to optimism and 
pessimism. If the song of Hope in this production is an index to the 
author's disposition, then he is a pronounced optiniist. The song is in 
the following strain: 

There's a morrow al'i bright — 
There is fruit without bhght. 
And the mocking-bird sings his sweet song in the night. 
The desert has more than one fountain, O Time, 
The sunshine encircles the mountain sublime. 
And He who pilots the stars in the sky, 
Hears the call of the kid and the young raven's cry. 

The following lines are the first verse of "At Seventeen:" 

Behold, he stands 

Where golden sands 
.■\n(i bright-hued shells begirt life's sea; 

His full-orbed eye 

Reads in the sky 
No sign of storm that is to be. 



Mrs. J. V. H. Koons 



MRS. KOONS, of Muncie, is a musician and the author of several 
compositions; she is a good critic, and poet. She is an advocate 
of the idea set forth by Edgar Allen Poe, that a poem should be 
short. Her logic is set forth very charmingly in verse as follows: 

POETRY. 

Like to a lily on the lake. 

The fairest child of nature, 
A poem on our view should break 

Complete in every feature. 
In music steeped, or sound sense wrought, 

That does not lag or totter; 
True bards condense vast seas of thought 

In one live spring of water. 

Her work, which has been pub- 
lished without effort to win recogni- 
tion, shows that she possesses true 
poetic feeling and subtle graces of 
interpretative expression. Her poetry 
is contemplative, philosophical, and 
hopeful, and often rises to heights 
of surprising beauty. She says, "I 
write when the spirit moves me, and 
what it moves to write, simply be- 
cause I like to write." 

Her poem "The Passing of June" 
needs no words of praise. It is as 
follows : 




MRS. J. v. H. KOONS 



Asleep in ivory moonlight lie the hills 

With all their kine at rest. Scarce stirs the breeze 

To cool the fields, or glad the forest trees, 
For June is passing and her footfall thrills 

Her ancient lover in his dream of bliss; 
'Mid pinks and poppies in their lacy frills. 

Her roses lift their lips for one last kiss, — 

She has no other darling like to these. 
In silence fire-fiies dance their light quadrilles 

O'er marsh and stream where darkest shadows creep. 
No sounds, but wails of far off whippoorwills. 

Disturb night's story eloquent and deep. 
Farewell! In thy fair bowers I watch alone 
In worship bowed at Beauty's altar stone. 



Following is the last stanza of a little poem entitled 
But through years of groping blindly 

Thou hast been my faithful friend. 
Prompting me to somewhat higher. 

Standing by me in the end. 
Still with cautious eyes upon me. 

Eyes that say, "Dare not, nor do 
Aught thy whole heart does not sanction; 

To thv inmost soul be true," 



'Doubt:" 



Lee O. Harris 



POETS and Poetry of Indiana says, "Lee O. Harris, the veteran 
educator and poet was born in Chester county, Pennsylvania, Jan- 
uary 30, 1839, and removed with his parents to Indiana in 1852. 
In the fall of 1857 he entered upon his career as a teacher, teaching his 
first term in Fountaintown, Shelby county. He has adhered to 

his profession ever since, and for 
more than forty years has been one 
of the State's most capable and 
valued educators. He served through 
the war as a volunteer soldier, rising 
to the rank of captain. He is also 
a printer and editor, and was one of 
the founders of the Home and School 
Visitor. His home has been almost 
constantly in Greenfield since the 
war, and he is at present county 
superintendent of the schools of 
Hancock county. To the world he 
is known by the wonderful sweet- 
ness and melody of his poetr}-. He 
has published but two volumes: 
"The Man Who Tramps," a story 
of vagabond life, in 1878; and a col- 
lection of his poems entitled "Inter- 
ludes," in 1893." 

One of the sweetest poems in any 




IvEE O. HARRIS 



language is his production entitled "The Rose-tree," of which these lines 
^^orm the first stanza: 

I can not but think there is something amiss. 

I envy no man his possessions God knows! 

But it seemeth to me there is justice in this: 

Who owneth the rose-tree should gather the rose 

From "The Battle of the Winds and Corn:" 

But when the birds in the woodland bower? 

Awaken on vine and tree, 
The winds blew into the trumpet flowers. 

And sounded the reveille; 
And their stragglers hurried to and fro, 

To plunder the clover blooms 
While the marshalled hosts in the vale below 

Stood tossing their knightly plumes. 

For undismayed in their battle line 

Was the host of the valiant corn. 
And their hearts were strong with the dewy wi"- 

From the rosy cup of mom. 
Ten thousand swords, all dashing bright 

Were drawn for the coming frav 
Ten thousand pennons were dancing light 

In the glow of the dawning day. 



Edwin S. Hopkins 



PROF. HOPKINS, of Jeffersonville, is one of Indiana's most gifted 
sons. He has not only made himself famous as an educator, but 
also as a poet. His contributions to the press have been many 
and scholarly, always giving evidence of the intuitions of a well-directed 
and wholesome genius. Prof. Hopkins's best work is contained in his 
longer poems ; but many of his short- 
er flights take rank with the best 
contemporary verse. Thus far he 
has led a deservedly successful career, 
and the appreciative public may well 
hope for a continuation and growth 
of his gifts. 

There is a delicate Keat's like 
touch in the following sonnet : 
THE CICADA. 

Ambushed assassin of the silences 

Where midnoons languish thro' midsummer's 

swoon. 
While soft and low, in drowsy monotone, 
The cricket pipes to crooning mantises. 
Like jangling chords upon discordant keys 
Thy sudden dagger stabs the quiet noon 
Til! summer's soothing lullabies attune 
Their rasping notes to thy hoarse cadences. 
Hilarious bandit, animated sound. 
The ebb and flow of breezy tidal waves. 
Where all sweet thoughts harmonious are 

drowned 
And midges drone above their billowy graves 
To him whose soul is thrilled with joy like 

thine — 
Both harmony and discord are divine. EDWIN S. HOPKTN.S 




Silas B. McManus 

Silas B. McManus was born in Rootstown, Ohio, September 17, 1845 
In 1863 he removed with his parents to Lima, Indiana, and 
settled on "Marsh Brook Farm," where he still resides. He 
studied medicine and was graduated at the Medical College of Michigan 
University, but he never practiced. As an author, he has written largely 
for Puck, Boston Transcript, Independent, and many other literary pub- 
Hcations. His "Rural Rhymes" appeared in 1898. Mr. McManus is 
probably best known as the author of "Fot Would You Take for Me? " 
a tender child-poem of which the following is the opening stanza: 

She was ready for bed and lay on my arm, 

In her little frilled cap so fine, 
With her golden hair falling out at the edge, 

Like a circle of noon sunshine. 
And I hummed the old tunes of "Banbury cross," 

And "Three men who put out to sea," 
When she sleepingly said, as she closed her blue eyes, 
"Papa, fot would you take for me? 



Elijah Evan Edwards 



THE REV. DR. EDWARDS was born in Delaware, Ohio, January 
26, 1831. He received such preliminary education as could be 
obtained at that early day, and in 1846 entered the preparatory 
department of the Indiana Asbury University at Greencastle, Indiana; 
graduating from the College of Arts in 1853, and receiving the degree of 

A. M. three years later. He received 
the degree of Ph. D. in 1877 from the 
same college, its name having been 
changed meanwhile to DePauw 
University. He chose teaching as 
his profession, and served three years 
as Professor of Ancient Languages 
in Brookville College, and two years 
Professor of Ancient Languages in 
Hamline University. During the 
latter two years of the civil war he 
served as Chaplain of the Seventh 
Minnesota Volunteer Infantry, and 
was present at the battles of Tupelo 
and Nashville; at the storming of 
Spanish Fort, and the capture of 
Mobile. He was mustered out of 
service at the close of the war, and 
removing to St. Louis, was for seven 
vears assistant editor of Central 
EWJAH EVAN EDWARDS Christian Advocate. He then re- 

turned to his educational work and served seven years as Professor of 
Natural Science at McKendree College, during which period he conducted 
two Scientific Expeditions to Colorado. 

Mr. Edwards has filled many other important positions, and his life 
has been a very busy one, but he has found time to write many charming 
poems. He says, "I too once dwelt in Arcady, but have appeared so 
infrequently in the newspapers of late years, and have become so niuch 
of a reminiscence, and have besides never published a book, or figured 
conspicuously except as a College poet at Alumni reunions that I 
marvel how you found me out. I have lived a laborous life in other 
fields, and have only trained my Pegasus for such occasions as the Alumnal 
Reunions to which I have alluded." 

The following lines introduce his poem, "The Poet: " 

Though he may claim no palace gay and gilded, 

To no soft couch his weary limbs be given; 
Yet in the sunlit clouds his home is builded, 

And curtained with the tapestry of heaven. 
^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ 

However rude his lot, howe'>-er lowly. 

He makes it paradise, and evermore 
Basks in the sunlight, pure, serene and holy. 

Lark-like, his highest joy to sing and soar. 




Mrs. Bessie Johnson Bellman 



BESSIE JOHNSON BELLMAN is a native of Indiana, having been 
born on the banks of the Wabash. She is small in stature, of deep 
insight and warm personality. Her verse is a spontaneous expres- 
sion, almost as impromptu as bird songs. She, with her husband and 
two beautiful children, reside in Winfield, Kansas, where Mrs. Bellman 
is best known as a public lecturer; 
"Day Break," "Aladdin's Lamp," 
and "Self Discovery," being some of 
her most popular subjects. 

Mrs. Bellman sometimes says, "It 
was well to be born in Indiana in the 
early seventies, when a psychic spell 
seemed to brood over childhood; so 
many sweet singers of Nature's mel- 
odies date from that and the suc- 
ceeding decade. Inestimable are 
its consequences." 

Among her friends she numbers 
some of the truly great of the age, 
and when young aspirants seek her 
advice relative to entering the liter- 
ary life she always says, "Do your 
best. It more than pays. For a 
thousand heartaches will bloom a 
lasting joy. Work for the good 
working will do you, and some day 

the world will cherish your expression as a precious thing 
ing lines are from "Mv Native Woods: " 




BESSIE JOHNSON BEIyI-MAN 

The follow- 



Dear native woods, your well-loved haunts 

Have soothed me o'er and o'er, and quelled desire 

So strong and hopeless that it rent like pain. 

Your benediction entered my sad soul 

When first I heard your woodland melodies. 

And felt the solitude that flung its cloak 

Of close protection round me. 



Hut spring wi!l come again! and losing naught, 
But rathei gaming hy youi lessen learned 
Ot calm enduiance, shall youi beauty giow, 
Fed by the gentle influence of sofi, warm showti 
And golden sunshme, filteied lovingly 
Through your daik boughs, and diippin^ down 
Upon the teeming earth. And, lo! 
The violet, the wind flower, and the feir 
And all the beaut'es ot the dawninu \ear 
Answer theit sovereign's call ! 



Flora Williams Wood 



FLORA WILLIAMS WOOD was born near Niles, Mich., February 
9, 1873. She was a pupil of the Elkhart Schools in 1885, and in 
1890 a student of the Northern Indiana Normal School at Val- 
paraiso, Ind. 

She was an exceptional student of literature, and won seven different 

prizes in spelling contests. She be- 
gan her career as a teacher at the 
age of sixteen, teaching the first 
term of school at Five Points, Mich., 
in 1889. She held a teacher's license 
for both Michigan and Indiana, and 
for six years was successful in her 
work. 

Mrs. Wood has decided literary 
taste, and her work as a writer has 
reached a high mark of excellence, 
always clear in expression and noble 
in purpose. She is a frequent con- 
tributor to magazines and various 
periodicals, and promises to become 
a very successful novelist; among 
her productions are, "Rhymes at 
Random," "Golden Opinions," 
"Woodbury," "Dorothy Grey," 
"The Truth of Things," "My 
Story," "Eddie Wilson's Wife," 
"Charlotte's and Ned's Letters," "A Vase of Roses," "An October Ro- 
mance," "A Christmas Surprise," "Sunnybrook," "A Crimson Rose," 
and "Omar De Wee." 

In the near future Mrs. Wood expects to devote her' time to writing a 
serial story, dealing with the character and life of the southern folk in the 
mountains of West Virginia. Her story will be called "On the Divide," 
and will be most characteristic and interesting. 

An admirer of her work has written the following appreciation of her: 
"In her quiet and unassuming way, but with the success that accom- 
panies true genius, Mrs. Flora Williams Wood of Elkhart is making for 
herself an enviable reputation in the literary world. Her ardent love 
of nature, of which she is a close student, coupled with unusual gift in 
the world of letters and a mind developed by a liberal education, gives 
her a prestige that many envy but few possess. 

"Surrounded by everything that is lovely in nature in her beautiful 
suburban home, 'Maplewood Farm,' on Cassopolis Road, where she 
spends her summers, she finds inspiration for her work and one is always 
made better by seeing through' her eyes the beautiful things which God 
has given us in Nature." 




FLORA WII.I,IAMR WOOD 



Franklin H. Cleven^er 



FRANKLIN H. CLEVENGER resides at Columbus, Indiana; among 
his numerous achievements in the literary field he is the author 
of a book of verse entitled, "The Lost Charm and Other Poems." 
Mr. Clevenger is pre-eminently nature's poet; interpreting for men 
her many moods in the music of meter and link of rhyme. With 
the indefinable power of genius he 
quickens our perceptions to the beau- 
tv of woods, water, hills, dales, skies, 
and presents the message of the 
magic summer world, the icy 'beauty 
of winter, the sunlight that God 
pours out to us, and the mystery of 
human sympathy and love in verse 
that is breathed forth like perfume 
or sound. 

Mr. Clevenger is a creator; he 
touches the common things of life 
and lo! the longing gaze of inan is 
glorified as though from the light of 
a thousand suns had been sifted the 
richer, softer hues. 

Our author is an optimist, and 

for that reason he has an important 

mission in this world. This is 

evidenced by these opening lines in 

his poem entitled "Every Cloud Is Lined With Gold. 

"Every cloud is lined with gold," 
By truthful sages we are told. 

Though dark and gloomy everywhere. 

The gold is there ! The gold is there '. 
It may not be our lot to see 
The gold as pure as gold can be. 

Because we look with unclean eyes, 

We see but trouble in the skies. 




FRANKLIN H. CLEVENGER 



YOUTH AND AGE. 

Untroubled as the sea when storms are o'er, 

Bless'd as a benediction, heaven-sent. 

Serenely happy in his calm content, 
Is Age, who comes and does not leave us more. 
Most great his dear-bought wisdom, sweet his store 

Of tender mem'ries of dear days long spent; 

The hard-learned lessons, glad with bitter blent. 
Seem now most precious of life's treasured lore. 

And what though proud hopes died in embryo? 
And what though eyes were ofttimes blind with tears? 

'T was life, and just to live is good, and so 
The loving, hoping, striving — each appears 

Full worth the price; and Age, with head bowed low 
And thankful heart, looks back o'er shining years. 

— Ethel Bowm.av. 



J. Morris Widdows 



MR. WIDDOWS has a well-known reputation in the most difficult 
realm of literature, that of song-writing. He is a resident of 
Connersville, and was born and reared among the hills of South 
Eastern Indiana, and belongs to us by right of birth and succeeding 
citizenship. He learned early in his apprenticeship to Euterpe, the Muse of 

lyric poetry, that "the song being 
necessarily of brief compass, the 
writer must have powers of conden- 
sation. He must possess ingenuity 
in the management of meter. He 
must frame it of open vowels, and 
he must be content sometimes to 
sacrifice grandeur or vigor to the 
necessity of selecting singing words 
and not reading ones." To the close 
application to, and the following of, 
this maxiin Mr. Widdows owes his 
success. He writes his own words 
and composes his own music; here is 
where one constitutes a successful 
company, and where two fail. 

Mr. Widdows began writing verses 
and composing the music for them 
about six years ago. His poems 
first appeared in the local press, and 
now his efforts are eagerly sought 
after by the inetropolitan press. Readers of the Indianapolis Xews 
frequently come across a choice bit of humorous verse from the pen of 
of Mr. Widdows. 

Of his method of coinposition, and inspiration, he writes to a friend: 
"Out where one lives the simple home life, amid the beautiful scenes with 
the spirit of Nature, where despite the thorns that must give pain, we 
gather the dew-drenched roses; where sense, soul, and brain are charmed 
with sweet music of the song-birds, — there, and there only, at Nature's 
University, is where I am taking life's graduating course." 

He has published the following songs: "Take Me Back to My Indiana 
Home," 1903; "Those Indian Summer Days," 1904; "On the Banks of 
Old White Water," and, "Papa Dad," 1907. He has also composed 
music for several other lyrics beside his own. He published a volume of 
verse, "Rainy Day Poems," in 1902. 

The following lines are from his beautiful poem, "Down White-water 
Valley: " 

There's a valley where the sunshine flooding down its golden light. 
Where the moon shines in its splendor through the sycamores at night 
And a bright and sjiarkling river, gently gliding to the sea. 
On whose banks I played in childhood, in the days that used to be. 




J. MORRIS WIDDOWS 



G. Henri Bo^art 



DR. BOGART was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, October 26, 1857. 
He attended school at Mt. Airy, graduating at the age of twelve. 
He then removed to the banks of the Wabash where he learned 
a trade, taught school, railroaded, studied medicine and was married, 
all before he was twenty-one years old. 

He has been coroner of his county 
for fourteen years, and although he 
has steadfastly refused to practice 
medicine, he is on the staff of several 
medical journals, and is a graduate 
of two schools. He has kept most of 
his poems "to ripen," as he calls it, 
although he uses a number of thein 
in his lectures. He has published 
no book himself, though some of his 
friends not liking his reticence, 
brought out "Some Songs by An 
Optimist," a few years ago. His 
writings are principally published 
in magazines and newspapers, and 
so long as the theme has gone out 
with its appeal he is satisfied. In- 
deed, he frequently does not read 
nor file what he has published. 

Old Brookville appeals to some- 
thing that makes men dream dreams, 
and he has a quaint, wide home in 

the edge of that historic town; a home hidden in roses and woodbine, with 
the laughing, leaping river singing through its garden, and the free wild 
song birds winging through its greenery. The acquiring of that home 
and the education of his children have engrossed his attention for the 
jiast few years. 

The following delicate morceau is from the poem, "Pearls: " 

Pearls grow only from a paining 
Firmly clasped to inmost heart: 
Worth's worth just the cost of gaining; 
Love were not, were not Grief's smart. 

Stil! the shellfish looks to heaven 

That its pain to pearl may grow, 

Seizing sunbeams, and the seven 

Hues, the rainbow arches know, 

With white Luna's milder glory 

Softly run in lines between 

Waved, to tell with zephyrs story, 

Of the star-gleamed ripples' sheen. , 




G IIRNRI BOGART 



Ethel Black Kealin^ 



ETHEL BLACK KEALING is a Hoosier by birth, being born and 
reared in the country, near the city of Indianapolis; is a descendant 
of an old English family, who were famed for their literary talent 
— from this line of ancestors the young authoress seeks inspiration in 
her work. The English characteristics form a strongly dominant indi- 
vidualism, which stand out in her 
essays. A student of science, enjoy- 
ing the scientific writings of our broad 
scientists — a great admirer of the 
French philosopher and writer, Vol- 
taire, and Michael Faraday, the 
English physicist. 

Miss Kealing is a lover of violin 
music, and is one of the many 
scholars of the new language Esper- 
anto: being a member of the Ameri- 
can Esperanto Association. The 
authoress holds a varied interest in 
all the questions of the day: is a 
lover of Nature and is fond of all out 
door sports — being a skilled horse- 
woman. Her first production being 
an inspiration received while enjoy- 
ing a horseback ride, alone in the 
country. 

Among the following publications 
her works have been found: The Popular Magazine, Suggestion, The 
Occident, The Business Woman, The Sunshine Journal, The National 
Missionary Journal, and a number of local papers. 

Her verses are found under her pen name, Jonathan Parker and her 
essays under her own name. 

The following quotation illustrates her work: 

Speak'st thou to this mad world to be pitiful, to grieve us not — voice thy 
Invocation of blessing; teach mortal to entomb grief in the great mausoleum of 
The past", to resurrect hope of joys, which like the gieat unknown, lie onward'. 




ETHEIv BI<ACK KEATING 



INSPIRATION. 

A thought has fallen from the skies; 

Dim, saintly pure, above the throng 

That toils unheeded 'mid earth's wrong. 

It floats, unseen of mortal eyes. 

Beyond our yearnings and our cries, 

A wraith that would embody song, 

Or glow in beauty rare and strong. 

If cast in other guise. 

Oh, though of spirit grand and f/ee. 

Whose glance can pierce the blue. 

Reveal the heavenly mystery. 

For God's own thoughts that pulsate through 

Infinitudes of azure sea. 

Were powerless all, except for thee. 

— Elizabeth E. Foulk. 



Mrs. Esther Nelson Karn 



MRS. KARN was born in DeKalb county, and so belongs to In- 
diana by right of birth. She is the author of two books of 
poeins, "Snow Flakes," and "Violets." A perusal of these 
books furnishes abundant proof that song is not partial to the land of 
the mockingbird and bowers of roses. Indeed, there is a refreshing 
aroma that arises from each page, 
and from each cup-shaped scroll 
some brown-cheeked visitant of field 
or wood is seen to peep. 

And then we know that there are 
no savannas as fair as those that 
stretch away in the poet's imagina- 
tion ; no streams as fair as those that 
sparkle over golden sands and sing 
in liquid notes through dusky forest- 
lands. 

Mrs. Karn says of herself in "Poets 
and Poetry of Indiana:" My firs" 
recollections are of a sunny spot in 
De Kalb county, Indiana — a country 
home nestled among the trees, not 
far from which sparkled the cool 
limpid waters of the Old St. Joe, of 
which we all l(_)ve to sing. There 
my first lessons were learned, and," 
after taking the course in the Hicks- 

ville High School and one year of teaching there, I married and came to 
Fort Wayne, where, for eleven years, I have occupied my time as book- 
keeper in my husband's music store — and in writing verses." 

That Mrs. Karn is in love wiLh Old Mother Earth may be inferred from 
her ]wem, "Nature's Love Song." It is as follows: 




ESTHER NEI<SON K.\RN 



"Love me a Httle," a raindrop said, 
As it fell where a violet drooped her hea'l 
And out, from the depths of her mo^s retreat 
The violet lifted her face to meet 
His rainbow glances and kisses sweet. 

'Love me a little," a June rose said. 
Standing alone in a garden bed. 
And a sunbeam slipped from Apollo's breast. 
The rose in beauteous crimson drest, 
Then lay on her golden heart to rest. 



'Love me a little," — It seems so long 
Since my heart first echoed the plaintive song. 
Does your heart beat to the music, dear? 
I listen, and listen, but can not hear. 



Jethro C. Culmer 



MR.CULMERwas born in March, 1S55,at Orangeville, Indiana. He 
has been in the railroad business since 1872, working in the various 
departnients ; at present he is station agent for the Pennsylvania 
Company at Spencer, Indiana. He states, "Such education as I have 
has come from a strong desire to know all about everything and if I should 

live to be a thousand years old, I 
feel that I can nearly accomplish it. 
I have written chiefly sonnets, some 
seventy of which have been printed 
in the newspapers. That form has 
appealed to me because one must go 
to the bottom of his subject to pro- 
duce a satisfactory sonnet. Some- 
lime I shall doubtless publish a vol- 
ume. Success as a public writer, 
however, has never seemed essential 
lo my happiness, and I am verv well 
satisfied with the estimate placed 
upon my work by those who know." 
His poetry is characterized by its 
careful finish, and his sonnets have 
attracted attention of critics as ex- 
cellent examples of that form of 
versification. There is no other 
form of verse to which those who 
assail the blockhouse of letters turn 
to with greater delight than the sonnet, that mighty vehicle of thought 
in which Milton asks "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied? " They 
learn in high school that it contains fourteen lines, and the only acces- 
sories necessary to complete the crime are a pencil and a sheet of bond 
paper cut sonnet size. Froin the work of such writers it is certainly a 
relief to turn to the artistic sonnets of Mr. Culmer. Among his many 
sonnets, a fax'orite one is entitled, "Summer," and is as follows: 

Grant me the thought of Summer, when she keeps 

Her dear June vigil over nesting things 

And optimistic greenness — when she brings 
The darkling ferntanks in the forest deeps 
A boon of campion stars; or Ir.rks and leaps 

In cloud and ray, and ripening essence flings 

On July fields; or, done with ministerings. 
Lies down beneath the windy trees and sleeps. 
Eastward, in Eden, at the dawn of grace 

Her charm was chiefest. The unpracticed eyes 

Of Adam gathered his first thrill from her. 
The art that knows her not grows commonplace. 

Mother of ethics, she — liqrht of the wise 

And sweet companion, who.-n true hearts prefer. 




JETHRO C. CUI.MER 



Clara Vawter 




CLARA VAWTER was born in Boone county, Virginia, Sejjtember 
25, 1873. She removed to Greenfield, with her parents when 
she was quite a child. She graduated from the Greenfield High 
School. Her principal work is "Of 
Such is the Kingdom." A writer 
said of her, "Too much cannot be 
said in praise of the Hterary ability of 
Miss Vawter. She is natural, modest 
and unassuming in her writings and 
it may be said that this is one of the 
reasons of her sucess as a writer and 
for the enthusiastic way in which her 
work has been received." The illus- 
trations were by her brother, Mr. 
Will Vawter, and they fulfil their 
mission — they illustrate. We see 
the genuine child attitude, uncon- 
scious as a bird or a bee; the artless 
turn of the head, and turn-in of the 
toes, the girl's funny little pigtail 
and her round-cornered apron, the 
boy's home-cut hair and home-made 
trousers. ci^akavawTER 

Miss Lfva Hickman Poole 

UVA H. Poole is a niece of Mis. 
J. V. H . Koons elsewhere rep- 
resented in this work. She 
resides in Muncie, and although a 
young writer, there is a true poetic 
ring about her work that is attract- 
ing much favorable attention 

The following lines form the first 
two stanzas of a very beautiful poem 
entitled "The Clock:" 

Still the wall-sweep hangs in the hall. 

Still its message is told to all: 

"Tick-tock, watch, wait! 
All things will come. 
Be it soon or late! 
Tick-tock, watch, wait! " 

Ever the Springtimes come and ^o, 
Autumns, with their golden glow; 
And Age and Youth move through the years, 
Heedless of the message the old clock bears: 
"Tick-tock. watch, wait! 
All things will come, 
Be it soon or late! 
UVA HICKMAN POOL,e; Tick-tock, watch, wait! " 




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